The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 1112 - 1112 "I gambled,"

... demy cried tears, pure influence and power for the princes. “-Everybody loses,” Mammon clapped, “-house is closed.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he addressed the crowd for the first time, “-I sense murderous intent. You, in seat 605, you’re rusticated for a week, the one next to him, 604, rusticated for not stopping your friend. As for the little one with a concealed weapon, the head of the disciplinary council shall decide thine fate,” he went and grabbed Vanesa’s wrist, raising it up to th ...